Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.